Yo, let's take it back to the Maritimes man   Can't take yourself too serious   Do that thing you guys were doing      Fill your cup up then chug   Roll a joint up and get fucked   Ready for a kitchen party   Welcome to the Maritimes      Fill your cup up then chug   Roll a joint up and get fucked   Ready for a kitchen party   Welcome to the Maritimes      I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe   Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price   Known for Alexander Keiths and the donair   Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there   We pay a buck for a litre of gas and   Smokes cost $10 a pack - damn   We always mix our tobacco with weed   It's just the way we always done it, shit is natural to me   So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene   Let you people know what you never travel to see   We got battle MCs, we got story tellers   And we got awful MCs and corny motherfuckers   We got everything you wanna hear   Conscious to back pack, commercial to gangsta   R&B to abstract, grunge to rock, classical to country   So many artists working but no one making money   Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence   Still Pigeon Hold, as a farm or a fisher man   No major league teams, baseball or hockey   No urban radio just country and pop beats   I'm trying to shake these stereotypes   So give me space please, let me air out my life   I don't even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster   Can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger   But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes   But Halifax harbours like swimming in diseases   We only known for Anne & Green Gable   Coal minds to Blue nose and P.E.I. potatoes   Maritimes, it's better than that   We livin' in another time so dead or with out   We got Universal Soul and Buck 65 and   The whole CTG and of course Classified   We got Back Burner, Good Night, Alpha Flight, Lock Down   Whiteboy, First Words, Trobiz and L-Town   And a million other artist, trying to get their flow heard   And let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts   We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion   Or maybe Anne Marie I know she's Nova Scotian   A Hurricane Juan blowing from the ocean   Either way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man      Fill your cup up then chug   Roll a joint up and get fucked   Ready for a kitchen party   Welcome to the Maritimes      That's how we do it down here   Least that's how you think we do it down here   We all pile in the kitchen   Do it like this      Fill your cup up then chug   Roll a joint up and get fucked   Ready for a kitchen party   Welcome to the Maritimes      Welcome to the Maritimes